I told her it would be my first time with a shemale. She then asked me if I was sure that I was ready for it. I told her she could see for herself be...ause it was easy to tell my hard **** was trying to get out of my pants. Fifteen minutes later we walked in top my apartment. I fixed us some drinks and put on some music. We danced for a while; it gave me a chance to get my hands on her sexy *** as she ground her ***** against my now even harder ****. I unzipped her top and she let it slip to. The second she saw me she ran up and pounced on me and kissed me passionately on the lips. “Hey, baby. I’ve been waiting for you and trying on some new lipstick. Oops, it’s all over your face,” she said cheerfully, licking her fingers and trying to rub it off. “I’ve been thinking about you all day,” I said, and we stood there making out for a solid ten minutes, until she pulled away and said, “Strip!” She didn’t have to tell me twice. First came off my shirt, then my shoes, and then my pants. His cock was twitching and a full 7” and very thick. Moaning was not a problem.A couple of minutes of masturbation had me warmed up. “Sit in that Sybian” was his next order. I straddled it and eased myself down, moaning as 10” of dildo filled me up. He switched it on and I squealed and I wasn’t faking. It felt amazing. He came up to me and started to use the flogger. He lashed my back, my shoulders and then my boobs. All the time this dildo was vibrating and making me shake all over. “You like. . how her chocolate eyes looked up from under deep black eyebrows, hiding a naughty sparkle ... her generous lips smiling, pouting...By now she knew it was hard not to like Alicia. The girl oozed a shy kind of sexuality that went straight to Pamela's lesbian heart. The meeting had been mercifully short, the following lunch long and sweet, stretching into a careless afternoon. She'd taken her to a concert in the park. The weather had improved enough for a pick-nick under the trees.Then, after.